I almost wasn't going, but the music seems to have won out - if I go, I get to play while people dance in the survivors' ceilidh, and I can't resist. Does this mean that I've turned into the kind of person I was part of a war against years ago, who wanted to turn IVFDF into a music festival? Oh well.
I wrote lots of LJ post last night, or the night before, but it ate it and wouldn't give it back. So this will have to do for now.